There was never a unsettled time,
Looking out of the window,
While you took my imagination to the stars,
Staring at me, under the sky,
Your branches and leaves, your posture,
I remember all the trees,
So far away, yet I would sleep within your roots,
The memory of your wrinkled skin,
Your clairvoyant spirit whistling in the wind,
Hearing the songs of your tethering tenders,
Your lonesome acoustic heart like a star, your dream...